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-[panegyric of thyself]- nihilistic perfection
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-= splash =- Fat hope. Slim hope. So? This was written at 7:26 pm on Tuesday, January 30 -= blogger doesn't remember me =- Argh. Stoma-cha-che. This was written at 2:31 pm on Saturday, January 27 -= now =- And that's the reason why. This was written at 9:58 pm on Tuesday, January 23 -= i am complete =- These hearts are built to sound the saddest of tunes. To ring the shades of hungry needles and scars of old longing. Where our numbered days meet our best intentions lay clouded, By the weights we carried in our hearts and on our skin. Where can I fall when there's noone to catch me? What will I do when my soul breaks? Who'll hear me then? Dear, keep those clouds at bay, So this won't be just more dead poetry To fall upon ears that have long since gone deaf. Let us heal these jagged exit wounds. Wash away all the stains and together, Make things right again and never let go. For once this feels so real. This was written at 10:22 pm on Thursday, January 18 -= ms2000 =- 
This was written at 10:40 pm on Thursday, January 11 -= mcv =- This has got to be one of the best things I've ever witness in my sky gazing history. Hahah. =) This was written at 11:50 am on Wednesday, January 10 -= touch me =- It has taken over our lives til the point that we don't even realise it. This was written at 11:57 am on Sunday, January 7 -= calvin and hobbes =- Fear is like hesitating at the top of a slide. The drop seems ever so much steeper and frightening than it really is. This was written at 2:08 am on Saturday, January 6 -= nCr =- What's the point of turning back when there's nothing to turn back to? This was written at 6:28 pm on Thursday, January 4 -= 18 mne uzhe =- Think about it. Think. This was written at 1:14 pm on Tuesday, January 2 |
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